Ryan looks up, eyes pleading Don't pretend, but it's not fucking fair, not when it's less than twenty-four hours since Ryan stroked his hair at the piano and all but begged him to pretend for the rest of their lives. wow, i'm still crying, what is this? and fuck. i'm thinking about ryan's blog from all those years ago ("I have this pocket watch, and I spin the hands around and around just to pretend I have control of things. a month away. we can play normal for a few days.") god, i love all of his old, angstiness. anywho, continuing. just thought i'd let you know your words are as powerful as ryan's sometimes :)
love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time, effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end good lord, sweet baby jesus. pete wentz, how so amazing? (♥_♥ at that line!!!)
TWITTER!!! <333
"Ross, your dick is bigger than everyone's." okay, i finally broke out of my angst-shell and laughed at that. because, omg, it's so true XD
The them that is everything. That Ryan is so afraid to lose and that Brendon didn't fully understand couldn't be lost until he saw it, just now. everything about this scene is taking my breath away. like, i'm just in awe of it. fuck, now i have chills.
looking for a story in the chaos of notes and beats brenndonnnnnn! :( omg you are killing us both, wtf. (i love it though)
how they'll ever manage this amidst the unforgiving confines of a bus and the knowing eyes of their band, their family ouch, my heart. that's so beautiful and achy.
Ryan trusted him enough to let him in this far, and the least Brendon can do is play by the rules, for once. i really, REALLY want to go on a rant about how that is their relationship in a nutshell but i'm going to stop myself and perhaps save it for a later date. just. YES.
to see adjectives behind his eyelids, to feel verbs burning over his skin i. love. that. line. *flails*
He doesn't have Ryan's endless, earth-shattering words, he doesn't have Jon's fix-anything magic or Spencer's calm, keen logic to rationalize their way out of this. Music is all he has there is a huge lump in my throat. that is these boys, through and through. <3333
okay, i'm crying again. the "trial run", as brendon put it, is just. through the window? by himself and just looking at ryan? i- my heart is weeping right now. that is so gorgeous.
i realized that about halfway through this that these line by line comment things are good, but i can't really keep up with it. there's too much i want to say and when i pick out every little thing i love, i feel like a lose a little of the meaning. just know that everything about this so far has been golden. <33
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Date: 2009-04-30 02:27 pm (UTC)Ryan looks up, eyes pleading Don't pretend, but it's not fucking fair, not when it's less than twenty-four hours since Ryan stroked his hair at the piano and all but begged him to pretend for the rest of their lives.
wow, i'm still crying, what is this? and fuck. i'm thinking about ryan's blog from all those years ago ("I have this pocket watch, and I spin the hands around and around just to pretend I have control of things. a month away. we can play normal for a few days.") god, i love all of his old, angstiness. anywho, continuing. just thought i'd let you know your words are as powerful as ryan's sometimes :)
love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time, effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end
good lord, sweet baby jesus. pete wentz, how so amazing? (♥_♥ at that line!!!)
TWITTER!!! <333
"Ross, your dick is bigger than everyone's."
okay, i finally broke out of my angst-shell and laughed at that. because, omg, it's so true XD
The them that is everything. That Ryan is so afraid to lose and that Brendon didn't fully understand couldn't be lost until he saw it, just now.
everything about this scene is taking my breath away. like, i'm just in awe of it. fuck, now i have chills.
looking for a story in the chaos of notes and beats
brenndonnnnnn! :( omg you are killing us both, wtf. (i love it though)
how they'll ever manage this amidst the unforgiving confines of a bus and the knowing eyes of their band, their family
ouch, my heart. that's so beautiful and achy.
Ryan trusted him enough to let him in this far, and the least Brendon can do is play by the rules, for once.
i really, REALLY want to go on a rant about how that is their relationship in a nutshell but i'm going to stop myself and perhaps save it for a later date. just. YES.
to see adjectives behind his eyelids, to feel verbs burning over his skin
i. love. that. line. *flails*
He doesn't have Ryan's endless, earth-shattering words, he doesn't have Jon's fix-anything magic or Spencer's calm, keen logic to rationalize their way out of this. Music is all he has
there is a huge lump in my throat. that is these boys, through and through. <3333
okay, i'm crying again. the "trial run", as brendon put it, is just. through the window? by himself and just looking at ryan? i- my heart is weeping right now. that is so gorgeous.
i realized that about halfway through this that these line by line comment things are good, but i can't really keep up with it. there's too much i want to say and when i pick out every little thing i love, i feel like a lose a little of the meaning. just know that everything about this so far has been golden.
<33